In Anderson's mansion, the butler leads the way in front, and Anderson, as the host, points to the interior decoration and explains it to Sean one by one.

It is nothing more than the hand of a certain painting that is worth a thousand gold, of course, provided that the painter is no longer in the world. Either that, or an object with a historical heritage, looks shabby and unbearable, and its value does not match its appearance.

Sean nodded in a respectful way, and would echo Anderson's words when he said that he admired his taste. Only the person concerned knows what he thinks in his heart.

When I walked into the lobby, my vision widened. Like a crystal chandelier, the whole space is illuminated. This dinner was very formal, although there was only Sean as a guest, the Anderson family was dressed very formally.

The two children were already dangling in their chairs dissatisfied, pouting at the food in front of them and waiting patiently for the late guests.

The skirt of the purple tuxedo had been dragged to the ground, and the bumpy figure and delicate face made it impossible for Sean to find small wrinkles in the corners of her eyes, and I am afraid that she would have been mistaken for some distant cousin of Anderson.

Before Anderson could speak, the woman stepped forward, took Anderson's arm, smiled and asked Anderson, "Honey, is this the friend you said?" ”

Anderson was happy, and Sean reckoned that he had put down his burden because he had a special guarantee. Whether it is the detailed conversation along the way, or the optimism at this time, it shows that he is in a good mood.

"That's right." Putting his hand on the woman's hand, he smiled at the woman, "Maria, let me introduce you, this is my best partner and good friend, he is ...... Who is he? ”

Anderson rubbed his head and looked at Sean suspiciously. Even though his name was on his lips, he couldn't say a word, and such a strange thing made him feel uneasy.

"You, it's so rude, you invite people to your house, but you can't even remember your name." Maria whispered in Anderson's ear.

Anderson opened his mouth for a long time and didn't know how to explain the situation to Maria, obviously Sean's name had already reached his mouth, but he couldn't say it, and he had a feeling that he could only understand but not speak.

Flushed, Anderson complained, "No, I remember. ”

"Okay, okay, I know you remember."

She wouldn't care about Anderson's affairs, after all, her husband was still a capable husband, but Anderson's performance at this time was really a bit rude. All she could do was smile apologetically at Sean and give her a look.

What a smart woman, Sean thought and nodded, and said, "Call me Sean, maybe Mr. Anderson has encountered too many things recently, and it's normal to not think about it for a while." ”

"Yes, yes, Sean, that's right, Sean. Sean: This is Maria, Maria is Sean. ”

As if saved, Anderson continued even though he wondered. As a businessman, the ability to look at your face and speak is a basic ability. Anderson was no exception, and his instincts told him that the name couldn't be called a lie, but it wasn't correct. Since Sean said so, he didn't take it seriously.

After the two had a superficial conversation with each other, they took their seats and began the dinner.

Under the arrangement of the housekeeper, the appetizer came up. A serving of caviar made from sturgeon roe from the far north and a portion of creamy puff pastry onion soup are round, plump and well-grained caviar, and only one spoonful of caviar. One bite is like a naughty little leather ball bouncing around in the mouth. When the tip of the tongue is tired of playing with them and gently breaking them, the slightly salty taste of sea water bursts out in the mouth, and at first it seems to feel a little bit of resistance like a slight push, but it is because of the delay of this millisecond, which makes people feel extraordinarily worried, and then, an elegant and delicate breath, drifting away.

This is a taste palament, the creamy puff pastry onion soup is a little less flavorful, but it has a different flavor.

After savoring the taste of the appetizer, Sean handed the packaged bottle to the butler.

"Good food with good wine, my friend, see if my wine is worthy of tonight's food."

"Oh...... That's a good time to taste. ”

Anderson laughed, remembering that Daytime Sean said that he would bring a good bottle of wine, and he didn't take it seriously. You know, in the cellar of this mansion, there are all kinds of fine wines ranging from three to thirty years old.

In order not to embarrass Sean, he nodded to the butler and asked him to open the bottle.

The housekeeper nodded, went to the side and tore open the package layer by layer, and frowned the moment he saw the wine bottle. The bottle is not bottled in glass, but more like it is fired from baked clay and then buried in the ground to allow the flavor to settle down. The bottle also smells of fresh earth, and if the wine is not imitation, it must be worth a fortune.

The butler never doubted his own eyes, but he did not know whether to open the bottle or not.

"What's wrong?" Maria got up and walked to the housekeeper, the two men were still blowing each other, you said my child is smart, I said you are about to make a fortune.

The hesitant housekeeper, and only Maria to check the problem, can't let the two children take over all this.

"Madame...... Is this wine really going to be opened? In my judgment, it should not be a red wine or a white wine, and if it is not a fake, it can only be determined that there is a very long vintage, longer than all the vintages in the cellar. ”

The butler told what he knew, he didn't know what to do next, he couldn't tell what type of wine it was, how dare he open it and pour it for everyone. If he drinks a good thing, he can't bear this responsibility.

"Open it first."

"Yes, ma'am."

Hearing Maria's words, the butler quickly pulled out the cork, put his nose close to the mouth of the bottle, and made a fan to fan it gently.

Wine.

The wine is fragrant but not pungent, and although the taste has not yet come out, he can feel the historical charm precipitated in the wine.

"Madame, this wine is great, I'll go sober."

The housekeeper can't wait to see where the wine in the bottle is sacred, reading wine is like reading a woman, the more you see and then you encounter a good wine, the more you don't have the excitement you had at the beginning, only calm and lost, and you don't give yourself a new experience.

Of course, Maria also smelled the wine, and looked at Sean in surprise who was bragging and spanking with her husband, who the hell was this, and he didn't look like a rich man dressed like he was. She was a little curious that she was not a rich man but could come up with a bottle of good wine that was worth a lot of money.

"Go ahead."

Maria nodded, and was about to return to her seat when she heard Sean shout.

"That wine doesn't have to wake up, just drink it."

"You won't bring me a bottle of white bar?!" Anderson recalls the first time he was fooled into drinking liquor by Sean, and can still feel the burning sensation of the liquor filled with a beer glass in one gulp.

Holding his stomach, Anderson was a little weak, shook his head and said, "Let's stop drinking liquor, that thing is damning...... Change my wine, you can drink as much as you want. Brother please, don't be white. ”

It's really resistant!

Sean touched the tip of his nose, knowing that he didn't need inferior liquor to pour Anderson. Expensive wine Sean can't afford to buy, and even if he can, he doesn't want to use it for interpersonal communication, which will make his heart bleed for a long time. But in order to let Anderson feel the local style of liquor, baijiu is the best choice. Burning knives, stuffing donkeys, and two-pot heads, Sean chose the cheapest one to arrange for Anderson.

The arrangement was arranged, and it also made Anderson have palpitations about liquor since then.

It's not for nothing this time.

Sean didn't need to explain, Maria had already smiled at Anderson: "My dear, what Mr. Xiao brought is not liquor, but a bottle of good wine with a good vintage." Our housekeeper also has a high opinion of this. ”

"Really?!" Anderson didn't doubt Maria's words, and rubbed his hands, "Brother, tell my brother what kind of wine it is?" ”

Sean smiled and didn't answer, but his eyes were on Anderson's waist, and he smiled very loudly, and whispered in a volume that Anderson could hear: "Do you think you have been unable to do a lot lately?" ”

"How is it possible, I'm good!!"

Anderson's retort is a little pale, as a hard-working old ox, there is only a difference between early or late.

But the field is different, the more frequently cultivated the field, the more fertile and unrestrained.

Thirty like a wolf, forty like a tiger, fifty can sit on the ground to absorb soil, sixty suck mice from the wall, seventy eat people without spitting bones, eighty Dayu dare not block, ninety whales swallow the reclamation pestle, and one hundred go to heaven to capture the Buddha.

There are some sayings, and there is truth to them.

"It doesn't matter if you're great or not, drink the wine I brought, and you'll be great in the end!"

"What kind of wine are you, tell me more clearly. Eh, brother, I beg you, don't sell it. My heart is like 10,000 ants crawling, just tell me. ”

Ignoring Anderson's pleas, Sean gave him a thumbs up.

Some answers don't mean that if they are said in advance, one has to learn to be silent at certain moments.

Turning his head, Sean did what many people would do, which was to give a mental blow to someone else's child.

"Made, how old are you, what grade are you?"

Looking at a strange man who was less than thirty, he smiled evilly at himself with an evil smile.

Made's heart is bitter, but he has to be hindered in front of his parents, and the superficial work must be done properly.

"Eight...... Eight years old, second grade. ”

"Do you want a gift?"

"Think...... Don't want to! Mada shook his head firmly, and replied against his will, even if he was starving to death, even if there was no game to play, he couldn't nod his head, this was what his intuition told him.

"It's a pity that the gift I brought you was wasted."

Sean spread his hands and made a heartache gesture.

"Uncle, my name is Fat Zhang, I'm six years old this year, and I'm about to enter the first grade, can you give me a gift?"

"Okay!"